Tower Of Rome - Oh My God! He's Got An Arm Off Lyrics

We fight our fights a bit differently up North
And there is hardly ever time for the safety of a phone
So if you represent your town then may your town be burned to the ground
And among the ashes of your nickname
All of your on-lookers will say:
"Did you see how his head gave"?
Or could they even feel your teeth when I was pulling them from my knuckles